I would say I’m a good natured rogue with a finger in every pie. By the age of 30, I owned the flamin’ Summer Bay Liquor Store, the Boat Hire Service, the Summer Bay Caravan Park and a yacht brokerage.

I was married to Martha Stewart, a local lass whom I adored very much. She died from drowning in 1985; stone the flamin’ crows! It shattered me so much. We lived in Summer Bay house, which later became the Fletchers' house.
After her death, I could no longer stand living there. Well strike me handsome, I kept the house spick and span; in the meantime, the caravan park worsened into a state of disrepair when sold to the Fletchers. I also lost other businesses.

When Ailsa Hogan arrived in Summer Bay, I went out with her. I liked the Sheila, but was unsure of how far I would like my relationship with her to go. I have a daughter, Ruth, whom everyone called Roo. She’s a bit of a harpy and hated Ailsa, and she went great lengths to find something unsavoury about her. Despite Roo's hostility, I stuck with that Ailsa, which that flamin’ mongrel Roo later accepted.

We married on the spot in a registry and surprised Roo and my sis Celia.
In 1989, I was delighted when I had a son, whom we called Duncan. Unfortunately for him, Ailsa suffered from post-natal depression, and he turned out to be the biggest flamin’ turd in the history of the Bay.
In later years, I had businesses in different locations, but they rarely stayed long - one was damaged by an earthquake, another by fire and so on.
I opened a business with Jesse McGregor, who was a crook in his younger days; we opened a bait store which we called 'Alf and Jesse's Baits and Bits Store'. Well strike me roan, the place was burnt down by a madman.
In 1995, my wife went through a period of depression. I tried to help her, the big galah, but to no avail.

I also had about sixteen near heart attacks and was constantly told to slow down. Despite this, I still continued to somehow survive and kept up my busy life.

Duncan, the drongo, had an accident on council lands which ended in him being in hospital for a long time. This angered me, and since then, I lost interest in the council, and secretly hated my son for not dying there and then.

Despite my old fashioned ways, I am a good natured person who means well. I was shocked when a female lifeguard was employed but what are you gonna do? Some people just won’t see sense…

Since Ailsa popped her clogs, I’ve kept myself busy with a couple of more heart attacks and generally saving town from disaster. Strike my livin’ Harry, I’m a flamin’ legend!